Rex/Randolph, Bah! just call me Randy

Camping for the night, about two miles out from Westport. Rex with the dazed buggy driver, Amber (a rather nice, Ditsy, person) and Gertrude (who seemed to be a little more pleasant with her cheerful counter part) discussed what had happened recently. Never-the-less the fact remained the same, they had no idea what their next step should be. Lord Dinli off playing royalty, and the Jerican just a little agitated at the sudden loss of their comrades. Randy had a lot on his plate.
"So what have you guys been up to?" (not going to reiterate the older posts)

“Really… so Bruce left you for bacon meat. Rough. Well, I’ve been doing ok. Since we’ve been separated.” Smiling Rex handed another piece of meat around. “Yes, I have a plan. At the town that burned down, there is a rouge general, he can help.”

--through the eyes of Amber—

The conversation seemed rather drab, talking about towns I don’t know, and about people and other places that seemed to be of no consequence. Though Rex seemed to know Gertrude rather well or at least had a similar training… she couldn't really be his servant. how can I know that? Oh! So many things I wish I knew that I used to know, as apposed to knowing things I never seemed know!

Amber bit her tongue in frustration, it seemed that the only way to deal with the frustration was the happy go lucky front. Whoever did this to me-I’ll make them pay…Why am I thinking like this, it’s almost like I’ve been trained to kill.
Rex looked at her oddly “you alright?”
Amber's thoughts interrupted “wha- yes”

---Back to Randy –

Rex concluded ”So the plan is: I do that while you and Amber (directing it to Amber) if you're willing, take over the Jerican base.”
Standing up, Amber stared into the black of night, “we have trouble-” a grin from the shadows “big trouble”